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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

Why was Georgina back at Hogwarts? After who she ran into last time, she wasn’t completely sure why she came back when all she wanted to do was stay away from Seyton. But she also wanted to watch the Quidditch matches this school year and she had even promised a small blonde Gryffindor that she would come back for all the matches. It turned out that the young blonde happened to be the announcer for the Quidditch teams. She was a peppy one of sort, but in a cute way. She wondered why a girl that loved Quidditch so much was announcing for it instead of trying to get on the team. Well Georgina wasn’t going to press the matter and now the Quidditch match was over but she still lingered on the field.

She was standing in the middle of the field; her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the soft breeze around her. She had her Skyrocket 200 in her hand as she took a deep breath taking in the fresh air around Hogwarts. Oh how she had missed this place. Not even her last encounter would scare her away from Hogwarts; she had too many memories there even if you didn’t count the ones she had with him. She remembered him mentioning that he didn’t keep up on Quidditch anymore, so she hoped that meant he didn’t come out to the Quidditch Field either. She wanted to be able to enjoy flying around the Quidditch pitch without getting interrupted by him.

Once she felt she was ready she opened her eyes and then mounted her broom before taking off into the air and she began to fly around the field. It was a wonderful feeling, the way the wind flew threw her chocolate brown hair. It was definitely Georgina’s favorite feelings one that she would never grow tired off. She glanced around at the stands where all the students would sit during the game, they were empty but when she closed her eyes and opened them again she imagined them full of students cheering for the teams and she was wearing her Hufflepuff Quidditch Uniform, well in her imagination she was.

She soared around pretending that she had the Quaffle and was passing it back and forth with her teammates. Oh how she missed the days when she used to be on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. She was glad that her team actually won the Quidditch cup in her seventh year, it was perhaps one of her best memories at Hogwarts. This year she hoped to bring home the Quidditch World cup for the Holyhead Harpies though so that she could experience that feeling once more. The one feeling that she would never forget.

With her mind off of Seyton and focused on Quidditch she didn’t have a care in the world, nor did she notice that someone was actually walking on to the Quidditch field, for if she had perhaps she would’ve flew away before the person even noticed that she was there. But instead Georgina was off in her own little world at the moment.

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

It had been far too long since Seyton had gone this way. Okay, maybe not really. He'd travelled nearly the exact same path only a few hours earlier as a nurse at the school Quidditch game, keeping an eye on it to ensure that there were no injuries, but that was different. Than had been on the job, not for his own recreational purposes. It had been way too long since he'd walked to the Quidditch pitch as he was today, with his dusty Skyrocket 100 slung over his shoulder. The last time he'd soared in the skies had been in his first year as a nurse at Hogwarts, years ago, for old times sake. Then he'd fallen away from the sport entirely, though he still enjoyed watching Hogwarts games and the glee of the student participants at their successes. He just didn't participate himself. There was no point anymore, really...

So why had he changed his mind? He wasn't certain, exactly. Quidditch was a fun past time, sure, but he had no purpose for it anymore. He'd set his life in healing, with no use for flying whatsoever. He hadn't even been in the air for years. He was hoping, though, that flying was like riding a bike, or walking. It was instinctive. Once you learned how to do so, it never wore off no matter how much time you spent without that activity. When he'd seen Angel the other day, he'd realized how extremely he'd turned his back on the sport that had once pretty much been his life. Whereas she'd gone on to shine in Quidditch, he'd abandoned it all because of the memories. It wasn't worth it anymore. He couldn't keep pushing his own personality away just because of a mess that happened years before.

He knew the way down to the Quidditch pitch like the back of his hand, and entered it through the way that all the teams did on a big game. The gates that usually hid the teams from the eyes of spectators before the game's beginning were already wide open from the game only a few hours before, so he had a good view of the pitch as he walked through the tunnel. To the werewolf's surprise, he was not destined to be alone today. He'd expected all of the students to be roaming about the halls or in their commons room, happily chatting about the results of the day's game... he stood in the shadows of the tunnel for a few moments, watching the figure fly about above the pitch.

Angel. He may not have recognized her last month, but she'd been on his mind much since then... he was sure that the figure roaming above the earth was his ex girlfriend. This was his cue to leave. She'd disappeared so suddenly on their last meeting... it was a clear indication that she didn't care about him or want him in her life in any way whatsoever. She was done with him. He should respect that and just move on. There were students to look after in the hospital wing, and other things to do. Maybe this was a sign that he had to forget about flying at all and stick with what he was good at.

But, though there was every possible reason for him to leave, he couldn't. He stayed in the shadows, invisible from sight of the pitch, watching her fly overhead... and then, without even thinking about it, he mounted his broom and flew up into the air to join her. Her back was to him as he flew closer, trying to keep a respectable distance so that he wouldn't frighten her. Now... what to say? What could he say? Nothing, really... so he stuck with the simple bit. Her name. "Angel?"

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

The Quidditch Ball was going back and forth between all three Hufflepuff Chasers with Georgina in the middle, they were closing in on the other teams goal posts but they knew how to baffle the chaser. Left, right then left again and now Georgina had the Quaffle, it was now or never. She got ready to toss the Quaffle when, “Angel?” she was brought back to reality to hear someone calling her name. She stopped and hovered in the air as she quickly turned around to see who it was that would bug her in the middle of day dreaming that she was on the Hufflepuff team. However her soft expression had quickly turned into a frown when she saw it was that had called to her.

For a moment the two of them hovered there, silence filled the Quidditch pitch that was loud only an hour ago with many of the students cheering on the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw teams. She was a bit sadden to see that Hufflepuff had lost, but she was sure that they would hopefully do better the next time she came to see them.

Finally for what had seemed like hours, but really it was only moments Georgina had decided that perhaps she shouldn’t just hover on her broom and stare at Seyton, he may get the wrong idea despite the fact that she was frowning. “Seyton.” she started off, not really knowing what to say just yet. What was there to say? That he and his father had almost ruined her? Her mind flashed back to that day but quickly she erased it from her mind at that moment as she didn’t want to think about that day, it still pained her to think about it. “What are you doing here?

” she asked him. She should’ve figured that though he drifted away from keeping up at Quidditch, that it didn’t mean he would show up here.

( SORRY ABOUT THE SHORTNESS. >.< )
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

”Seyton.” He swallowed, completely silent, completely still. How pathetic was he that that simple word… his name spoken from those lips could bring with it a torrent of emotions? Pain. Sorrow. Desperation. Terror. Want. Anger. The last time she’d said his name had been as she’d told him to never speak to her again. And he'd listened to her. He’d respected what she’d wanted, however much it had pained him. He’d gotten a job. He’d became close to his siblings (some at least). He’d gotten himself a lifestyle and routine… but he’d never really moved on, had he? No. He’d wallowed in his guilt and frustration, cursing his father and pining after a woman who probably wished he were dead.

Fenrir had laughed at him when he’d tried to defend Angel, when he’d said that he loved her no matter her blood type. What could a seventeen year old know of love, much less of a mudblood? But even now Seyton realized he couldn’t doubt what the newly-graduated he had said so long ago. You didn’t become hung over over a woman you only dated for a year if there wasn’t something going on in your heart stronger than time or hatred or tragedy… not that he expected anything to come of it. She hated him. That had been clear way back then, and even clearer in the way she’d stalked off in the trophy room the previous month. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want explanations, or apologies, or anything from him. She wanted him to leave her alone, to let her forget he ever existed… right? He should leave now, and never bother her again, but just as he was about to direct his broom towards the ground and run away like the coward he surely was her voice spoke up again, distracting him.

“What are you doing here?” He could almost flinch at her tone, though there was nothing extremely harsh about it. It had none of the warmth he’d always seen in her. None of the carefree relaxation, none of the love… Sey swallowed again, “I-…” His voice dropped off. Of course it would fail him now- now when there were too many things to say and do and show. ”I… I thought I’d come here after the game… for old time’s sake.” Old time’s sake… he’d thought he’d meant just flying for the hell of it, feeling free and weightless like any student Quidditch player did… but maybe his reasoning for coming had had more to do with Angel than he’d thought. It couldn’t just be a coincidence that he’d had the nagging thought to come down to the Quidditch pitch since he appearance, and that it had grown steadily worse and worse each day. Apparently his subconscious mind was trying to torture him with memories that had turned more painful than pleasant.

“I didn’t think you’d be back at the school,” he found himself saying, though he wasn’t really aware of intending to do so. It was as though his voice was coming through to him from the end of a long tunnel, unfocused and fuzzy by the time it reached his ears. “Not after…” and his voice trailed off, the unspoken words hanging between them in his mind, but unsaid. After you saw me here.

They were meaningless words. Empty words. Why should she care what he thought? Why should he voice what he thought? He knew the rambling words out of his mouth were just that; desperate rambles so that she wouldn’t run away again while Seyton was too chicken to say what really needed to be said. But though he wanted do, his lips wouldn’t respond to his brain’s urges. They wouldn’t even open and move to let the simplest apology through. Why was he so braindead?

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

For a moment Georgina thought he was going to run off just by the look in his eyes. His eyes, she remembered how she used to long for them to look at her like he always did back when they went to Hogwarts, even now with the look of him wanting to run away, she remembered that feeling. Perhaps she didn’t want him to run off? No. She didn’t want a repeat of that incident so many years ago, that was why she cut herself off from him right? So that she’d never have to deal with his father going after her again, being scared always looking behind her back wondering when he might sneak out and get her. She didn’t want that feeling nor the feeling that she was afraid that Seyton would turn out like him.

“I… I thought I’d come here after the game… for old time’s sake.” it sounded as if he hadn’t went to the Quidditch pitch in quite a while. Why did today of all days had to be the day he decided to come out here for old time’s sake? Perhaps the real reason was because he caught a glimpse of her and thought he might run into her out here. Had she not made it clear to him all those years ago that she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore? Did he think that she would change her mind? “I didn’t think you’d be back at the school,” did he forget that she said she planned on checking out the tournament and Quidditch matches that year? Or may he didn’t and just use that as an excuse. “Not after…” she knew what words were supposed to come next. Not after she saw that he worked here. Well maybe she should after this time seeing as this proved there was no way she could make a visit to Hogwarts without running into him. “Well you did tell me that you had pretty much quite Quidditch so I figured you wouldn’t be here, but I guess I was wrong,

” she said coolly yet part of her wished she hadn’t. Part of her still wanted to reach out and grab him, but she knew she couldn’t for it would only bring back the pain from so long ago.

“I guess I just wasn’t careful enough,[/color]” though part of her was telling her that she was supposed to run into Seyton again, but why was it telling her this? After all she felt a pull to go out to the Quidditch Pitch today, was it perhaps because Seyton was going to show up as well? She mentally shook that though from her mind. Not it was because she wanted to feel the same feeling she used to get when she flew on this field. Though she wondered if perhaps Seyton tried to look her up and find out what team she played on and anything he could about her. Gosh she sure hoped not, because then he might start following her team and she didn’t know what she would do if he were to show up to one of their matches.
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

“Well you did tell me that you had pretty much quite Quidditch so I figured you wouldn’t be here, but I guess I was wrong,” “I didn’t say I’d quit,” he corrected in a very subdued tone. “I said I hadn’t followed professional Quidditch recently… I’m still allowed to fly if I want to.” He didn’t even know why he was bothering to waste his time correcting her, because she was essentially right. Even if that was not what he’d told her, it was what had happened. He’d fallen out of Quidditch and flying completely; today just happened to be the ‘lucky’ day where he tried to soar back into it, and look where that had managed to get him… this was likely a sign. Of what, he wasn’t quite certain. He kept running into his ex girlfriend this year, and at about the same time his father reappeared in his life, too… Maybe the association with Angel and the Quidditch pitch was a sigh from some high deity that he should give up on Quidditch and flying for good, just as Angel had given up on him? Or maybe he was being too damn paranoid about signs, and might as well take each step of life and this ‘relationship’ as it came to him? Yeah, that sounded pretty good.

Seyton had no delusions of his feelings for his ex girlfriend. He loved her. Plain, simple, straightforward, and blunt. Seventeen was young, yes, and many times was too often to fall in love, but… something had clicked in Sey’s mind with the former Hufflepuff girl, and not even her plain hatred of him seemed to be able to put his mind off of her. You didn’t just spend eight years with one woman nearly constantly on your mind over a teenage infatuation. If he didn’t care about her so much, he would have forgotten all about Georgina Angel Harper seven years ago, and left the memory of her in the past where it belonged. But he hadn’t. She’d been on his mind for the past eight years, and seeing her again nearly made his heart break all over again. She wanted nothing more to do with him… she probably wanted him dead, and he should respect that. He should leave her alone, and never look back, and just… try to forget all about the good times they had together; the quidditch practices in the middle of the night when they snuck out of their dorms, the trips to Hogsmeade, the sunsets spent in a tower looking out at the view… all of those should reduce to meaningless memories to him, and would if he could just leave her alone as she wanted and forget about her… but he couldn’t do either.

“I guess I just wasn’t careful enough,” He tried not to show how much those simple words bugged him, but the pain in his eyes was obvious to anyone who knew him. He had mentioned how much he hated this before, right? It was like there was a dam in his brain, holding back the flow of words that wanted to come flowing forth… apologies and pleadings and desperation… Sey didn’t care how pathetic he might appear, he needed for her to know what was on his mind. But that damned dam was holding back everything he needed to say, leaving him just staring at her, hovering in the air with the wind lightly blowing around them and complete silence between the two. Finally his mouth opened and a few words spilled out of his lips, though he wasn’t even conscious of deciding to say them. ”You…” He swallowed, trying to wet his throat so that his voice wouldn’t be so dry. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

“I didn’t say I’d quit,” he corrected in a very subdued tone. “I said I hadn’t followed professional Quidditch recently… I’m still allowed to fly if I want to.” she mentally smacked her for thinking that he wouldn’t be flying either. Of course one could fly without actually being involved in Quidditch, but she had really hoped that it was the case with him, so that she wouldn’t have ran into him and not really know what to do. Her mind and heart were torn, one said to leave the other said to stay. Oh why did this have to happen to her? She should’ve never had came back to Hogwarts, it was the worse she could do on herself and she needed to keep her head straight for when it came time for the World Quidditch Cup.

She got brought back to reality when she heard him clear his throat. Was he going to say something else to her? Or perhaps he had and she had just missed what he said why she was spaced out. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be spaced out around Seyton. Something could happen that she would regret after all. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.” and what in the world was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to drive her away as well? From the way he flew up there it didn’t seem at the time that he wanted to drive her away. Why did boys have to be so confusing at times? “I think I would know that Hogwarts is a safe place. No one would harm me here, it’s perhaps the safest place in the world after all,

” she said lightly, not really believing what he said. Like he could tell her when she was safe or not anymore, they weren’t together anymore so he didn’t need to protect her. She was old enough to protect herself after all.

She glanced around for a moment as silence fell between them, she really should just leave him there just like she did last time. At least this time he realized who she was, not that it was much better that way. Besides he probably only recognized her this time because of what she had said to him before running of last time. Men, they really needed to learn not to be so annoying at times and cause a girl stress in her life. There were only two boys in her life that didn’t cause stress and that was Benji and her brother Adam. That was because they were always there and listening to her, often enough Adam was there for her too much as he was part of the magical gaming office of the ministry of magic and always seemed to make sure that her team had the best.
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

He wanted Angel to be here with him. He wanted to be able to talk to hr like they'd used to, and laugh with her, and hold her in his arms without a damned care in the world like he used to... he needed the connection that they'd used to have, and he knew that it wouldn't be easy to get her to accept that, but... he had to try. In Sey's opinion words couldn't properly express how much he had missed her in the last eight years, or how tortured he had and was after the attack long ago. He wanted to apologize and to have her accept it, to realize that he was nothing like Fenrir, never would be anything like Fenrir, and would never put her in that sort of danger again... but those were a fool's dreams. She hated him. She had to hate him, and nothing would change that.

Even if he knew that she'd be ten times happier if he just turned around and left without another word right now, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He remained hovering in the air, sticking around her as though he had to protect her (which was kind of ironic, if you thought about it). Yeah, she might think it would be best for herself if he was no where around, and he might agree to that, but Sey admitted he was a selfish guy. He needed to be around her, and even if his life depended on it he doubted that he would be the first one to leave today. Actually, he was rather surprised that Angel had stuck around so long so far.

“I think I would know that Hogwarts is a safe place. No one would harm me here, it’s perhaps the safest place in the world after all,” In some cases that was very true. Hogwarts was infamous for its security that normally kept its students safe year round. The enchantments around the school were practically impenetrable from attack and warded off any muggles so that they stayed far away from the castle and its residents... but the danger Seyton was thinking of seemed to be easily able to sneak in and out of the school without a damned word of anyone noticing, and that scared Seyton quite a bit. He'd been watching the shadows everywhere he went, lately. Damned paranoia and nightmares and sneaking thoughts screwing with his brain... he was always cautious and terrified of Fenrir being around the corner. Angel's presence did nothing to calm that fear; it only heightened it with worry for her. If Fenrir saw that she was around the school again... it may have been a long time since their last encounter, but Seyton was not going to allow himself to relax about Fenrir's opinion of his ex girlfriend.

"That's not what I meant," he protested, shaking his head and glancing around the quidditch pitch, almost expecting to see the alpha werewolf or one of his loyal children seated in the stands staring at the pair hanging in the air overhead. "He's been hanging around the castle, Angel. Fenrir's been checking up on his kids... if he sees and recognizes you..." Sey found himself trailing off with a slight wince, unwisely letting his imagination go off on him to very unpleasant thoughts.

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[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

Silence continued to be a part of the two of them. It was a bit like this the last time they met. Not saying a whole lot to each other, but last time Seyton hadn’t realized who she was either. And quite frankly that pissed her off a bit. How can one not remember the girl they ruined? She was busy getting angry at him while the silence grew longer. And why would he tell her that Hogwarts wasn’t safe? Maybe he was really trying to tell her that he wasn’t safe. “That's not what I meant,” his voice had broke her thoughts again. If that wasn’t what he meant, then what the hell was it supposed to mean? She looked at him, waiting for him to expand more on what he meant. She didn’t need to ask him, she knew that he would know better than to just leave it at that.

“He's been hanging around the castle, Angel. Fenrir's been checking up on his kids... if he sees and recognizes you…” her heart skipped a beat. Fenrir was hanging around Hogwarts? Were the professors just letting any person into the school? Didn’t they know what he did back during the second Wizarding War? So what if his kids went to the school. She knew that all the kids have different mothers, not a single one of them having the same mother it seemed so wouldn’t that have been an alert? No they couldn’t have let him in, Seyton had to been just saying that. She figured that the real reason why Seyton said that was to get Angel to leave and never come back. Perhaps that was what she should do. She knew that Benji told her to not let Seyton keep her from Hogwarts, one of the places she loved, but it seemed that she really didn’t have a choice.

“Using Fenrir as an excuse to get rid of me? If you really didn’t want me to stay, you could’ve just told me and I would’ve left,

” she said coldly with her eyes narrowed at him. Yet she couldn’t hold that face at him for very long, so she tore her eyes off of him and turned her broom away. She could fly to Hogsmeade and then apparate from there, that sounded like a good plan idea. “Bye Seyton, I won’t come back and accidently bother you,[/color]” she told him without even looking at him. She knew that if she did she would burst into tears, because she also knew that part of him wanted him. She hadn’t realized until now, these couple of times that they ran into each other, that she wished that she hadn’t pushed him a way, but it was too late now.

Taking in a deep breath, she turned her broom towards Hogsmeade and flew off, not even taking a moment to turn around and look back at Seyton to see if he changed his mind. It didn’t matter now as she didn’t plan on coming back to Hogwarts while he was still working there. If she had to, she would wait until he retired and she was old, to go back and watch the games.
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